Today’s read is regarded as one of the classics of the vintage crime fiction. I’ve tried McCloy’s work a couple of times in the past and decided now would be an apt moment to take another sample, given that she will be talked about at this year’s Bodies from the Library conference. Taking its’ title from a verse in 1 Corinthians, this book probes the extent and limitations of human understanding in a mystifying set of circumstances.
The story opens with Faustina Crayle being dismissed from her job mid-term, as an art teacher at Brereton boarding school. Yet despite the 6 months pay she is given, the headteacher refuses to give a specific reason for her dismissal, suggesting instead that she doesn’t quite fit in and creates the wrong atmosphere. After that we see her interacting with teachers, pupils and other staff members and suffice to say, whilst you can’t put your finger on it, there is something just not quite right. However, the one teacher who is prepared to be friends with Faustina, is Gisela von Honenems, who incidentally refers to her friends’ job loss in a letter to her own friend, Dr Basil Willing. Readers familiar with McCloy’s work will know that this psychiatrist and medical assistant to the New York District Attorney, is also an amateur sleuth. Gisela’s brief comments arouse a strong curiosity within Basil and it is not long before he begins poking his nose in…
McCloy sets up a very intriguing and puzzling set of circumstances. From the very first words of the book; a literary allusion to a line from a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, the reader is primed to not fully trust Faustina. Is she a wholly innocent victim or is she culpable of something? The mystification is built up steadily by observing the reactions of those around Faustina, though I wouldn’t say the reader is unnerved or made to feel any chills. Perhaps this is because McCloy doesn’t make these opening chapters particularly immersive, in a goose bumps sort of way.
I think it would be fair to say that this novel has a measured pace, as layer after layer is peeled back from the initial inexplicable events. Yet readers expecting a conclusive and provable ending will be disappointed. McCloy gives her readers a puzzling story, but not a puzzle mystery. I would even go as far as saying that she devises so mystifying a puzzle, with so little in the way of clues, that a substantial solution is not really in the offing, which is evinced by the open-ended nature of the denouement. Basil’s reluctance to voice his ideas or to point out clues as he goes along also adds to this situation. Not being able to figure out the solution proffered might not have been so bad a thing, if perhaps the chill and suspense factor could have been ramped up a little more. Though a surprise first death did produce an interesting new direction for the tale.
I totally appreciate that this book is considered a classic by many, and my pain levels may well have affected my ability to enjoy it, but for me the story was alright; neither boring me senseless nor sparking intense or passionate enjoyment. So yes I am very much prepared for a barrage of comments from ardent fans of the work. If anyone wants me I am in my blogger bunker…
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